The morning air was cool but still carried the muffled energy of the city. As Sarah approached the restaurant's entrance, clutching her handbag tightly, Vanessa intercepted her with arms folded across her chest and eyebrows raised like antennae on high alert.
"Sarah," she said in a low but firm voice, "We need to talk."
Sarah froze, her stomach dropping. "Talk about what?"
Vanessa looked her over, eyes flickering from her face to her clothes. "Don't play dumb. What's going on between you and Samson?"
Sarah averted her gaze, managing a weak smile. "Nothing serious. He's just… being nice. Helping me with a few things."
Vanessa scoffed. "Helping you? Sarah, you left work in his car, came back looking like someone who won the lottery, and now you're all glowy and weird. You've changed."
Sarah forced a laugh. "You're reading too much into it. It's nothing like that. I just have to get to work now. Talk later, okay?"
Without waiting for Vanessa's response, she pushed past her into the kitchen, her pulse pounding. She buried herself in the rush of work—clearing tables, greeting customers, checking on orders—anything to drown out the unease spreading through her.
But the unease only grew worse by the end of her shift. She'd planned to visit the supermarket and begin buying necessities now that she had some savings, but practicality set in. She couldn't afford to be reckless. Her mum's health came first. She headed straight home.
Except the house was empty.
"Mum?" she called into the silence. Nothing. Her heart thudded against her ribs. She checked the bathroom, her mum's room, the kitchen. No sign of her.
She grabbed her phone and called Peter. No answer. Panic began to creep up her spine. What if something had happened? What if—
She grabbed her phone and called Peter. No answer.
"Pick up, pick up!" she whispered frantically, dialing again.
Fear gripped her chest. "Please, God. Not again."
She rushed out the door, hair unbrushed, heart racing. What if her mum had collapsed again? What if something worse had happened this time?
As she turned onto the high street, her eyes caught a frail figure walking slowly, a shopping bag in hand.
"Mum!" she called.
Her mother turned, startled. "Sarah? What are you doing here?"
Sarah ran to her. "I should be asking you that! Where have you been?"
Her mum gave a tired sigh. "I went to ask aroundto check if I could find any small jobs. Cleaning or washing. Something to help."
Sarah stared at her in disbelief. "Mum, why would you do that? You're not well! You should be resting."
"And watch you children carry the whole burden? I'm not made of glass, Sarah. We need money."
Tears stung her eyes. "You don't need to do that anymore. Please, just take care of yourself. Come on, let's go inside."
They walked home together, and once inside, Sarah went to the medicine shelf. It was empty.
The lump in her throat returned. So this was why.
She took a deep breath and walked into the living room. Her mother sat on the sofa, massaging her knees.
"Mum, I need to tell you something important," Sarah said, kneeling before her.
"What is it?"
"Remember the white family I've been helping with childcare? They recommended me to others, and I've been getting steady jobs. In fact, they even insisted I open a bank account, so they can transfer money to me."
Her mother blinked. "They did?"
"Yes. And with the restaurant job too, everything's working out. We'll be okay now. I'll handle things. Please stop looking for work. Let me take care of you."
Her mum placed both hands on her shoulders, her eyes glistening. "May heaven bless you, Sarah. May your hands never lack. You are the light of this house."
Sarah couldn't stop the tears as she hugged her tightly.
Later that evening, she dashed out to the pharmacy and picked up the medications her mum needed for the night. On her way back, she made a mental note to take her mother to the hospital for proper treatment the next day.
When she got home, she handed over the drugs, then told peter to come outside with her then they walked out when they were close to the stairs peter grew impatient "Sis what's up," peter asked. Sarah went on "Listen, I have a job now and it is paying very well. It's a nanny job for some white folks uptown and I'veinformed mummy about it too but i didn't tell her about me working late sometimes ."
Peter sighed. "Why?"
"Because she tried to take on menial jobs today just to buy medicine. I don't want her stressing. Also, I need you to take her to the hospital tomorrow. I'll be working."
"Alright," Peter said. "I got you."
She reached into her bag and pulled out five £500 notes.
"Here. That should cover transportation, meds, and a little extra."
Peter's eyes widened. "Where's all this coming from?"
" i just told you peter. Just take care of Mum."
The next morning, Sarah followed her routine, dressing in her old clothes. As always, she slipped into the abandoned building nearby and changed quickly to her new ones.
She stepped into the restaurant, feeling more put together. Her phone buzzed in her handbag. She pulled it out.
Samson: "I'll pick you up this evening. Be ready."
A smile danced on her lips. Her thumbs hovered over the keyboard but she didn't reply. She simply slipped the phone back and went about her tasks, remembering everything Vanessa had taught her.
That afternoon, she got £100 in tips. Her joy was silent but deep.
As she stepped outside after her shift, she saw Samson's car parked nearby. He stepped out, his eyes locked on her.
"Hey, pretty girl," he said with a grin, opening the passenger door.
She climbed in, glancing around nervously. "We're right outside my workplace, behave."
He leaned in, brushing a soft kiss on her cheek. "You're mine now, remember?"
She smirked. "For now."
"For now is enough," he said, starting the car. "Where are we going to?" Sarah asked "well it depends on how long you're going to spend with me today". He said. "I can't stay long today my mum was taken to the hospital for check up and I need to check if everything is okay before go to sleep."
"Arghhh.. then i have no choice Sarah". He said while pulling over at a street close to the supermarket. "What are you doing". Sarah asked confused. He ignored her came down from the car and walked to the passenger side and opened the door "get down". Sarah was still seated confused "samson what is going on". "Get down now!". Then quietly thinking that's it her family is back to square one she got down and was about to start walking away when samson open the car's back seat door for her "get in and pull your panties". Flustered she got in without any word and he got in with her. Flustered she got in without any word and he got in with her closing the door behind him sarah pulled her pants under his watch feeling ashamed she tried to hide her face but the car was restricting her movement and she faced him ready for whatever comes next samson crashed his lips into her and kissed her like a hungry man he didn't look like a man with a wife and two kids but like a teenage boy who just got the chance to kiss his crush after waiting for a long time and sarah was already feeling suffocated by the kiss and though she doesn't want to admit she likes it and was getting extremely wet already then samson broke the kiss " open my belt and free my cock". He ordered her. Sarah did as she was told clumsily and was shocked to see the big hard dick and thought how this was able to fit the last time. "It will always fit cause that pussy is mine". He said as if reading her mind. He told her to straddle him and she did he raise her up took her hands to fondle with his sac while wearing the condom before positioning himself at her entrance so she can slide down. Holding her around the waist, he shunts forward on his chair so he Can have more leverage. He slides both hands under her bottom to help her move on top of him. He made a mental note to make sure she is well fed cause she was so small in his arms. He kept on pumping into her harder than the last roughly.
Sarah fasten her weary arms around his neck and hang the hell on as her body processes this deluge of pleasure, as she was about to climax When it hits, it's with brute force, turning every limb to molasses and her brain to cotton wool. She is vaguely aware of samson coming inside her with fevered thrusts and strangled words of praise and then it hit her they just had sex in the car! On the way!!. Then she looked at samson alarmed
'isn't this inappropriate,' she asked,
banding one arm tightly around me and stroking the
crown of my head with the other. 'Hey. It's okay, sweetheart. You're too damn good for me to leave alone and if i can have in a your damn workplace i would cause that's what you do to me and you did so unbelievably well. You blow me away.' they stayed in that position for a while the she was becoming sleepy and tried to snuggle herself up. " if you keep on with that I'll have you again and it will take longer than the first". She froze and he smiled the slide off her while she winced cause she was still sore from the first time arranging their self they got back to the front seat and samson began to drive sarah thought he will dropp her off at the restaurant but was surprised to see him packing at the supermarket parking lot "What are we doing here?". "Going for shopping sarah you're too thin and you need to be fed to keep up with me during sex I don't want you fainting on me now eh." Sarah blushed and ran out of the car damson laughed amused then got down to follow her into the supermarket.